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The BacDoc
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I used to love this place. I lived in the Castro in the mid-nineties, my roommate and I, along with two of our friends who lived above us, in an old Victorian house that was converted into a half a dozen apartments used to live at that place almost every weekend. Three out of four of us worked at Nordstrom SFO center. One was a store operator, the other worked in men's Shoes.
I can remember standing in that same line along market street, waiting to get in. There was no cover back then. It was all cash 💸 even back then to, that's how must of us used to pay...lol
They played the best music, and all the hot younger guys ( mostly twenties and some thirties) used to frequent that place.
This was before they served Food to. It was open seven nights a week back then. I remember having this crush on a hot Asian 🔥 bartender with black hair to.
I was such a regular even on Monday nights that one of the female bartenders ( white lady with a Huge afro) used to have my first two drinks already ready when I walked up to the counter. It was a shot of Yager and a rolling rock. I would religiously tip a buck or two for every drink, and they really appreciated it to. Those bar tenders used to make Bank.
This was most definitely the good Ole days. I moved out of San Francisco in 1999, and have never been back since. This place however gives me fond memories of San Francisco.
I can remember standing in that same line along market street, waiting to get in. There was no cover back then. It was all cash 💸 even back then to, that's how must of us used to pay...lol
They played the best music, and all the hot younger guys ( mostly twenties and some thirties) used to frequent that place.
This was before they served Food to. It was open seven nights a week back then. I remember having this crush on a hot Asian 🔥 bartender with black hair to.
I was such a regular even on Monday nights that one of the female bartenders ( white lady with a Huge afro) used to have my first two drinks already ready when I walked up to the counter. It was a shot of Yager and a rolling rock. I would religiously tip a buck or two for every drink, and they really appreciated it to. Those bar tenders used to make Bank.
This was most definitely the good Ole days. I moved out of San Francisco in 1999, and have never been back since. This place however gives me fond memories of San Francisco.